She is not a cookie. Neither is she a biscuit, a PopTart, Sweet TART, apple tart, or any other kind of pastry. She is my apprentice.

I have nightmares about hell, where all I do is add up numbers and try to have conversations with people like you.

Most of the bad guys in the real world don't know that they are bad guys. You don't get a flashing warning sign that you're about to damn yourself. It sneaks up on you when you aren't looking.

We have now left Reason and Sanity Junction. Next stop, Looneyville.

I was seducing shepherdesses when you weren't a twinkle in your great-grandcestor's eyes. I think I know what I'm doing.

You're such a cynic," Molly said.

"I think cynics are playful and cute.